*Oliver*

As the media circus swirled around me, I was shoved in the back of the cop car. It was an inconvenience to deal with, but I wasn’t concerned that I’d be charged with anything.

At the police station, the media crews had already arrived and kept mobbing us as they took me inside.

“Mr. Crest, did you really assault Gia Beck?” a reporter asked, thrusting a microphone in my face.

“I assure you, these allegations are baseless, and this ...